Precisely placed on the right hand
corner of my desk is a crystal clock.
Perfectly square, edges masterfully cut,
with a round timepiece set in the center.

Perhaps, if I could make it lay flat, it could
be used by my son for geometry assignments,
or, combined with a level, and a good deal of time,
a tool for my wife for perfect picture hanging.

Stretched a bit, more into an oval, the clock face
is the epitome of a racetrack, complete with competitors.
It is lacking somewhat in competitive nature, the victor
being predetermined, losers lapped repeatedly.

Remove the mechanism, hold it just so, and a prism
looking glass is revealed. Though, I do not think I
shall look through. The inner workings of time being
a mystery I do not care to witness.

No, for me, the clock shall remain a clock, a decoration
and an occasional conversation piece.
You may find in it interminable joys and flights of fancy,
for which I may indeed be envious for a time.

Hey, will you do something when you have a moment? [Note, I am taking for granted you will… tst, tsk.] Head for my new Contact page, and tell me how it appears to a reader. When I see it, it has my info, which I’m pretty sure is not how it should be.
Oooh ‘Big Wheels in the Moonlight’. Sigh. You would have been a child.

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